"Mr. Tang Mo, the Baron is still taking a nap." The waiter touched the cloth bag in his pocket, felt the few coins inside, smiled and lowered his voice, and bowed slightly to Tang Mo, who had been sitting there waiting for thirty minutes.
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Since he had taken someone else's bribe, he had to think more about them, so he smiled and said one more thing to the embarrassed-looking man: "He was very busy in the morning, so he had to take a long rest."
"It doesn't matter." Tang Mo smiled awkwardly, because as a businessman, it is not easy to ask to see the Baron. He had already made an appointment twice before, and finally got the permission today.
Only then are you qualified to sit here and wait.
He had just seen the "Romantic Rose" carriage in the yard, so of course he knew what Baron Stella was busy with in the morning.
It is estimated that I have been tossing with Xiaolanghozi, who spent two gold coins a night, until dawn. It is impossible for anyone to put on pants and talk to a businessman from afar at this time.
Businessman, ha! A lowly businessman. Tang Mo complained to himself in his mind, stood up and sent away the waiter who took people's money to help people with troubles. After the latter left, he sat back on the chair in the guest room dejectedly.
He spent 25 silver coins and 75 copper coins to get the right to sit here and drink cold water. Of course, he was unwilling to leave easily. He didn't want the money to go to waste.
So after he sat down, he quietly stared at the old leather boots on his feet that were worn to the point of splitting.
Although he has adapted to the world in front of him and accepted the fact that he suddenly traveled here, he is still not used to it, not used to such a dreamlike life.
There is no wifi, no Internet, no lights or phones. There are no taxis or planes, and the whole world is suddenly without any convenience.
Back then, I saw people saying that I could make a living in the 21st century even if I were the emperor of the Tang Dynasty. It turned out to be true... because the emperor of the Tang Dynasty never even ate French fries.
The world in front of him didn't even have cuffs on his pants... Tang Mo looked at his pants and once again fell into endless complaints.
The world today is an era in which industrial civilization has just begun. In this era, few people have even heard of steam engines! Gas lights have just begun to spread on both sides of the roads in big cities, and four-wheeled carriages are still the most important means of transportation.
War relied on flintlock muskets and muzzleloader cannons, and soldiers relied on courage to line up in neat formations, marching to the beat of drums to launch a brutal charge against the enemy...
The nobles, who were also ranked according to the order of princes, princes and sons, oppressed knights, free people and slaves. There were many kingdoms in the world, and they were as fragmented as a puzzle - everything here was incompatible with the era Tang Mo was familiar with.
Tang Mo, who traveled here, became the owner of a weapons production workshop. He is sitting here now to recommend his new weapons.
I don't know how long it took, but the waiter walked in again. This time he didn't enter the room, but stood at the door and told Tang Mo something exciting: "The Baron is awake and he wants to see you."
"Thank you, thank you!" Tang Mo, who was about to fall asleep, quickly stood up, straightened his clothes, followed the waiter, and walked out.
After walking through the corridor and passing two pairs of armors that looked very ancient, Tang Mo followed the servant to the courtyard. There were mowed lawns on both sides of the stone-paved road. The baron was wearing a hunting suit and was talking to two guards.
They laughed from time to time, and they didn't stop until Tang Mo approached.
"Lord Baron" When Tang Mo bowed his head and saluted, his attention was attracted by the hound led by Lord Baron.
This was a slender hunting dog. It started baring its teeth when it saw Tang Mo. It was extremely aggressive and looked like it had been hungry all day.
The baron yawned casually and casually reminded his guests: "My time is very precious, haha... very precious! So I hope you won't waste my time. Ask to see me this time. What do you have?"
What is the purpose... tell me."
This in itself is a very rude thing, but when a baron is willing to take the time to meet a commoner, it itself represents a polite corporal.
I have asked to see you twice, and I also spent money! You didn’t even look at the letter I asked to see you? Bastard! Tang Mo cursed in his heart, but the smile on his face did not change at all.
, lowered his head slightly and said: "That's it, Lord Baron. I invented a new gun..."
"Haha!" The two guards standing behind Baron Stella grinned and laughed disdainfully.
They were the baron's bodyguards, and hanging on their waists was a very fine-looking flintlock pistol. The handle of the gun was engraved with patterns, and the flintlock bolt was exposed.
Baron Stella's face was full of amusement. He looked at the two laughing men and said to Tang Mo: "What do I think it is... Now almost everyone in the world is using the Cyric flintlock. It
Hardly any downsides!”
"Sir! My new gun uses new ammunition! It is almost unaffected by the weather and can shoot farther and more accurately!" Tang Mo decided to explain to the arrogant fool in front of him what the progress of the times means.
Although the flintlock gun has been the main weapon equipped by armies of various countries for more than a hundred years, Tang Mo knew that this weapon was far from the end of the weaponry.
This kind of weapon is destined to be replaced by more advanced and powerful weapons and become history, but Tang Mo firmly believes that the weapon in his hand represents the future.
"I know what you businessmen are thinking... I know! You always come up with some flashy things, and then imagine that the nobles will pay for your greed. Humph!" Baron Stella said with a look of disdain.
The hound at his feet began to bark irritably and pounced hard on Tang Mo. Baron Stella's body, drained by wine and sex, struggled to hold on to the dog's leash.
Tang Mo really wanted to remind this damn bastard to take care of his dog. Because that vicious hound was only a few centimeters away from biting his pants.
"Sir! I promise you..." Tang Mo finally managed to endure the dog and stopped and explained.
"Well...here comes someone!" Baron Stella shouted, and the waiter not far away lowered his head and walked over. When the waiter approached, Stella pointed at Tang Mo: "Bring this guy here.
If I'm not satisfied with the stuff delivered, I'll fine him 1 gold coin!"
"Yes! Sir." The waiter glanced at Tang Mo and was full of sympathy for this poor guy. It seemed that his master was trying to trick someone again. This gold coin would definitely not be able to escape.
Tang Mo was very confident in his sample, because it was a good thing that he and his family's old workers worked hard for 7 days and nights to create!
Something that can affect the outcome of a war...a truly good thing.
When the servant came back, he was still carrying a wooden box that seemed to be more than one meter long. Although there was not much decoration on the outside, it had an indescribable simplicity and beauty.
Tang Mo came prepared and knew the importance of packaging, so he personally supervised the making of the box. All eight corners were polished and the six sides were waxed and polished.
At least, this box was thoughtful, so when he saw this box, Baron Stella was slightly startled.
Then, he came to his senses, handed the hound chain in his hand to one of the guards, and then waved to the other guard in a familiar manner.
The guard took out the musket from his waist as usual, tamped down the gunpowder skillfully, inserted the projectiles, then opened the flintlock and handed it to the baron.
"I'll give you a chance to perform. If you act recklessly, I will beat you to death. If you don't satisfy me, just pay the money and get out!" The baron took the pistol and pointed it at Tang Mo. His joyful mood proved that he
I often play this kind of game.
"This is my latest designed and finalized Tang's K1 type fast gun!" Tang Mo quickly opened the box held by the servant and took out the long gun that he had carefully assembled.
This weapon had a famous name in the era before Tang Mo traveled through time: the Dreiser needle gun! It directly eliminated the flintlock gun as a major killer, and determined the existence of the basic style of rifles for the next hundred years!
So Tang Mo was very confident in this weapon. He just had no confidence in the idiot baron in front of him.
But he didn't have any good ideas. It became more and more difficult to meet important people these days. Not to mention the wasted travel time, Tang Mo really didn't have much money to hire a concierge and prepare meeting gifts.
He calmly picked up the rifle, stuffed the paper-wrapped fixed ammunition into the chamber, turned and pushed forward to close the bolt, his movements smooth and fast.
Then he picked up the rifle, pointed it at the distant woods and pulled the trigger. A sharp gunshot echoed in the sky of the manor. A row of birds in the distance started, flapping their wings and flying into the distance.
While the four people were stunned, Tang Mo opened the bolt of the gun, poured out the incompletely burned cardboard fragments, and blew into the barrel of the gun with his mouth.
There is no way, smokeless gunpowder has not yet been developed in these years, so cleaning the gun chamber after each firing is a troublesome task.
However, compared to the flintlock gun, the needle gun in Tang Mo's hand has made great progress.
It took almost half the time to prepare the flintlock gun to fire. Tang Mo once again loaded the paper-cased fixed-load ammunition, pushed the bolt again, and was ready to shoot.
"Bang!" Another gunshot echoed in the empty sky. Tang Mo waved his hand to help the Baron disperse the gunpowder smoke that filled the surrounding air, and waited quietly for Baron Stella to speak.
"The box is good." The Baron moved the musket pointed at Tang Mo, pointed the trigger at the sky, and fired the third shot.
As the sound of the gunfire gradually dispersed, amidst the barking of dogs, the Baron handed the musket in his hand to his guard, pointed to the servant holding the wooden box and said casually: "When you leave later,
, just give him the gold coins."
"Sir!" Tang Mo was reluctant and wanted to speak, but was stopped by Baron Stella's gesture.
The baron walked up to the box containing the needle gun, looked at it carefully, and then said: "I won't charge you for the bullets I just gave you. This box is good, and I just use it to hold my fishing tackle.
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"It's getting late, I have to go to Viscount Hull's dinner party." He turned around and dismissed Tang Mo: "You can leave now."
This meant that the time for the interview had come. The servant handed the box in his hand to another guard, then walked to Tang Mo's side and made a gesture of seeing off the guest.
Tang Mo forced a smile with difficulty, bowed slightly, held his new quick grab, took two steps back, followed the servant, and walked towards the gate of the manor.
He knew that he had failed this time. Who would have thought... that he would actually meet a fool who would buy a casket for a pearl?
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Long Ling is here to tell you stories again! New book is here, thank you for your support!
